Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The calling

The calling.
The culling.
The gull wing.
This cold feeling.
The cool ring.
The cruel thing.
Not a good thing.
The crow thinks.
This grows wings.
Mean cold tricks.
Me and you are chicks.
Feel my bum cheeks.
What does he think?
I want to be his.
No more flings.
On the gull wings.

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